The Studio

I'm far too proud to talk to him, and he's probably not worth it, but if I could talk to him, I would tell him this....

Dearest Y,
I know it's been a few months since we've seen each other, or talked to each other, and while I also know that this is by design, it still doesn't prevent thoughts of you from fluttering across my mind. I'm not the type of girl who can't take a hint, but ever since my line went silent, there's been something that has been bothering me. There's little that I regret about our brief encounters, save one thing. I regret not being myself.

You see, the truth of the matter is that you were the first person that I've liked in a year. And while I thought we were having great fun and I did like you, I liked the idea of you even more. So much so that I tried to be someone whom I thought you would like. I comprised a great deal, and turned a blind eye to even more, in the hopes that I would improve my chances with you. I so desperately wanted it to work, to find someone to fill that gap that he left. You, you were his exact opposite, so I thought, maybe this might work out.

In the end, it didn't matter because you stopped calling. I could sit here and wonder if there was more I could have done, or if I had been myself if the results would have been different, but I'm quite convinced that I was only part of the problem. I recognized an intense desire within you to be a playboy and to be fawned over by others. Despite all this, I plunged ahead, head first, dove right in.

As children, we're taught not to dive into murky waters or into unknown depths of water -- this pool turned out to be too shallow for me. And so I was injured, laid up for a couple weeks. I slowly recovered, and at least I walked away with a lesson. The lesson is, be yourself, be true to yourself, and be picky. Thanks for the lesson.

I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things you say
It doesn't take a talent to be mean
Your words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
You always tell me that is impossible
To be respected and be a girl
Why's it gotta be so complicated?
Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated?
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I was thinking that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we can give it to people who have some faith
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I have this theory that if we're told we're bad
Then that's the only idea we'll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty
Someday we will become what we see
'Cause anyone can start a conflict
it's harder yet to disregard it
I'd rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way